2 result(s) for Welsh Churchyard Poems.
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Whispers at Dusk
In the Welsh churchyard, where shadows play,
Sunset spills gold on the stones of grey.
Whispers of names in the soft evening light,
Echo through memories, fading from sight.
Each grave tells a tale, a life once adored,
Beneath arching skies, where their spirits soared.
The heather in bloom sways gently in time,
As dusk wraps the earth in a velvet rhyme.
Crickets awaken, their songs softly rise,
Joining the choir of the night-tinged skies.
In this hallowed place, peace blankets the ground,
A symphony written, where silence is found.
Whispers of the Mist
In a Welsh churchyard where shadows blend,
Celtic crosses rise, their stories transcend.
Kissed by the mist, they cradle the dawn,
Guardians of secrets in the dew-laden lawn.
Weathered stones whisper tales of the past,
Echoes of prayers in their silence held fast.
Morning wraps softly in a silvery shroud,
In this sacred silence, the heartbeats are loud.
Each carving a memory, each groove a lament,
In the hush of the morn, with reverence spent.
Where the mist curls like dreams through the hallowed ground,
In the realm of the ancients, eternity's found.
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